Truale - Sam Baker

Drive an hour outta dalhart

One long straight line

There’s a ranch house out of nowhere

There’s a crossroad, there’s a sign

She is born that ranch house

Her daddy slapped her alive

Her doctor still in town cause he’s too drunk to drive

Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true

There were horses horses horses to ride

Dapple of grace, wide open skies

There were pintos, bathed running in stride

Wind her face, it was like she could fly

Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true

There was oil, oil, there was oil to be found

Everywhere you put a boot, there was oil in the ground

Oil in the ground and oil in the mud

You pump long enough it gets in the blood

Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true

She turned 15 took a roughneck with a hand-done tattoo

They run off in his hotrod 442

And driving all night, drinking all day

Ended up down in Dallas in a family way

Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true

Came back and turned 30

Her and the girls

Never said why she left

But she wore country pearls

Says to her father, «No questions, no lies»

She drove a t-bird with the top down

Cold beer between her thighs

Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true

There were horses, horses, horses to ride

Dapples of grace wide open skies

There were pintos, bathed running full stride

The wind in her face it was like she could fly

Singing truale truale truale true